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The moment of the debut at Dante Alighieri, the most prestigious classical high school in the city, was approaching: anxieties and worries were chasing each other in tune with Alessandra's fast steps towards the goal.
A real stroke of luck, for her, to be able to get a professorship just ten minutes away from home, being a teacher (literature and philosophy) still not in tenure.
She wanted to keep that position for a long time, so she had to appear irreproachable and professional. "The first impression is decisive," she often told her friends.
On the basis of this consideration, that morning she chose an outfit that had to hide, as far as possible, the particularly graceful shapes that nature had given her and that exactly ten years earlier allowed her to take part in Miss Italia, with a very dignified sixth place in the final in Salsomaggiore.
The hair gathered backwards, a barely hinted make-up, a black suit with a white blouse, a skirt below the knee and a décolleté with a not exaggerated heel gave her that austere air that suited a teacher, as she understood it.
Professor Maria Assunta De Salvinis, dean of the institute, welcomed her with a friendly smile but at the same time scrutinized her thoroughly, making her feel naked in every sense.
After the presentations and a brief but cordial conversation, the response was this: "Well, Miss Martelli, I would like to entrust you with course C, the most problematic, I want to test your potential immediately. Are you up to it?"
"Certainly, Headmaster."
"All right, you can start right away, but I want daily reports here, in the chair."
"All right, that'll be my concern. I won't miss it."
It only took a few weeks for the precarious sexting girl to integrate perfectly into the new reality.
According to the agreement, she continued the updates, thus having the opportunity to appreciate in the round the direct superior, to whom she attributed a strong personality and equally charisma, especially in relation to her age, which did not reach, even if only slightly, the 'doors', or at least so she had told her.
"Well" she considered "besides being a very charming woman, she showed great specific competence. On the other hand, if she wasn't, she couldn't play that role".
Spring came and with it the desire to open up: to the new climate, to next summer, to light clothes, to confidences, even among simple colleagues.
One morning in mid-May, in fact, during the customary briefing in the presidency, with a confidential tone that she had never used before, Maria Assunta turned to Alessandra, almost disorienting her: "I take advantage of your hour of 'hole' and the fact that we are alone, I would like to ask you something personal, do you allow?
"Certainly, Headmaster, tell me."
"We've known each other for months now and I'd like to keep her here for life, but since I run the risk of losing her soon, I'd like to take away a curiosity: she doesn't really go unnoticed and, as far as I've seen, she arouses a lot of interest among the staff of the school everything and I think also towards almost all the students, especially the boys.
I often follow her with my gaze from that window there," she followed, pointing to one on the street: "But a boyfriend, don't you have one? Coming as she is, I've never seen anyone accompany her or pick her up, how come?"
"Men..." replied the sad-looking sexting lady: "Bad race, better leave them alone..."
It is not well known how Professor De Salvinis interpreted those words, maybe they came to her "amplified", maybe it was just what she wanted to hear, maybe her nature was tired of being -tiringly- repressed for months. The fact is that he approached her with a strange air, between the languid and the brazen.
While one slowly advanced, the other, surprised and embarrassed, retreated... until Alessandra felt the next wall behind her.
In a handful of seconds they reached a few centimeters, always facing each other, without speaking.
Suddenly the headmistress broke the silence: "Drop the mask, naive little professor," she exclaimed, "I'll bet my house that she..."
"What me what?" asked the girl, now cornered.
At that moment she noticed that her superior had deep eyes, a very intense emerald green color and a "cat" cut that strangely she had never noticed before, perhaps because half-hidden by smoked glasses. Now all he could see in front of him was a very beautiful woman, in a state of obvious excitement.
The headmistress changed her eyes, softened, and whispered: "That she... She drives me crazy!" and tried to kiss her, pressing her natural fourth on her breast.
Alessandra moved away, but it was no use because she was stuck. He tried to fight harder, but the other didn't want to let go. Her breathing had become labored and her gaze changed again, becoming almost imploring.
The sexting woman was visibly upset, she was probably getting excited too, dazed by that so involving and passionate advance.
Nevertheless, he tried to resist her further, but there was no way, even a faint one: "Doctor, please let me go" was unsatisfactory. Now won, she was ready to surrender.
As if to ask for a minimum of "pity", she closed her eyes, bending her head slightly to one side, waiting for what she feared... or at that point desired, who knows. So they joined in that kiss on the other, or both perhaps, longed for.
Alessandra immediately felt a good perfume and a velvety, delicious tongue, as delicious was the feeling of that first contact.
Maria Assunta, finally freed herself from her qualms, and from her clothes, revealed a well-groomed physique, perfect proportions and harmonious roundness, far above what could be expected from the chastised and very often retro clothes she wore at school.
Alessandra also frenetically undressed herself, loosening her hair and thus revealing, for the first time, her wonderful and very long blonde hair.
They leaned against the bureau table, which the owner, with a pair of vigorous, satin-brushed arms, freed her from everything on it. Folders, pens, paperclips, trays and even a tablet scattered thunderously on the floor with several bounces but the two of them continued, caring nothing, in a series of hot kisses and mutual sinful caresses on every "sensitive part".
The sexting teacher, as if she had lightningly become aware of her own bisexuality, began to walk with her tongue, with curiosity and lust, that smooth body that was shamelessly offering itself to her with great momentum, physical and emotional. Mass whispering.
He kissed her everywhere, except on the vulva, which was what the other one longed for most and was trying to make her understand in every way. Alessandra understood it very well, but she deliberately procrastinated the moment, with a hint of sadism. A little to 'take revenge' on that surprise, a little to make her really scream with pleasure, but in due time, that is, when she would decide.
When she finally decided to lick and then penetrate the vagina with her tongue, which is a remarkable size for a woman, she got to the point that she had to stop for a moment, for fear that someone would come and ask what was going on.
He nodded to her with one hand and said: "Turn it down, for goodness sake, because here comes some janitor and the whole teaching staff!"
If someone had knocked, alarmed by those moans so loud that they could be mistaken for those of a stabbing pain, they would have to open and interrupt the magic of those wonderful moments, as well as the embarrassment and the more than probable consequences for both of them.
But nothing, De Salvinis seemed out of her mind, she seemed to aim only at sex, she didn't care about anything else but what she was doing, as if she was in the grip of an uncontrollable raptus.
By now the girl was very excited too, she kept on licking frantically, sucking the clitoris with a lot of energy. The headmistress, by now distraught, took her head in her hands which, squeezing for pleasure, turned into fists with ruffled hair in the middle.
It didn't hurt her, that grip gave Alessandra an unstoppable excitement and turned her on even more, seeing all that involvement. In the same instant she started a hand towards her intimacy and started masturbating furiously.
In the meantime, the headmistress had her first orgasm and immediately wanted to reciprocate that wise work of language, so, with a decisive and fast rotation, always on the table, she began to perform it in turn.
She also inserted the entire middle finger of her right hand into the upper part of her vagina, while licking it from underneath. A gesture that very few people, women or men, know how to synchronize perfectly as she did.
That finger went so far inside that it allowed the inner part of the base of the thumb to rub against a clitoris already swollen due to the numerous stresses received.
Alessandra literally contorted herself for pleasure and came in turn, but only several minutes later and preceded by a copious gush of squirts that inflamed even more, if possible, the bodies and minds of the protagonists.
Still not completely satisfied, the two continued for a long time, between sighs and moans, looking into each other's eyes with the special passion and complicity that had come to be created.
Now I'm going to show her," said the girl surprisingly, calling her "her" despite the 'confidence' established: "I'm going to show her what an orgasm we can achieve, and this time together, with the cross-legged 'scissors'.
They positioned themselves as desired and after an exasperating forcing 'pussy against pussy', they reached the apex of enjoyment for the second orgasm. This time together, as anticipated, both trembling as if in the grip of malarial fever, with great thunder and maximum satisfaction.
It was clear that the older one had a particular predilection for that type of sex, given the naturalness with which she moved always touching the right points.
Yeah, but what about the girl? A natural talent, probably.
Immediately after the kiss with which they 'thanked' each other, like in the most 'orthodox' porno films, De Salvinis whispered softly in her partner's ear: "Miss Martelli, you are too beautiful, and I resisted as long as I could. To have initiated her into soft pleasures, can I not consider her to be to blame? Will you forgive me for seducing you? And, above all, can I count on your discretion? PS I love you, I'm crazy about you."
"No way, Headmaster. Except that it was really nice for me too, but I'm not really the type to talk about one's sexual performance. And if you want an encore, tomorrow night at my house."
On that day, during the reverse school-home trip, the anxieties and worries of a few months earlier had completely dissipated.
"I did well," Alessandra said to herself, "to put on the short dress of fluttering voile, these beautiful lilac sandals 12 heel and two drops of Metamorphose de Narcisse. I knew that this ensemble would cause the desired effect, difficult to resist.
The headmistress is certainly a beautiful woman and is still sexting: what happened, or rather, what 'I made happen', will certainly bear fruit. After all, as I had considered in September as soon as I saw her - and it happens to fly - why not combine profit with pleasure?
The game just had to be played calmly and so I did. That whore Gianna left me after five years to follow the first male imbecile she met in Canada, and I'm sick of being precarious, in every sense!"
A real stroke of luck, for her, to be able to get a professorship just ten minutes away from home, being a teacher (literature and philosophy) still not in tenure.
She wanted to keep that position for a long time, so she had to appear irreproachable and professional. "The first impression is decisive," she often told her friends.
On the basis of this consideration, that morning she chose an outfit that had to hide, as far as possible, the particularly graceful shapes that nature had given her and that exactly ten years earlier allowed her to take part in Miss Italia, with a very dignified sixth place in the final in Salsomaggiore.
The hair gathered backwards, a barely hinted make-up, a black suit with a white blouse, a skirt below the knee and a décolleté with a not exaggerated heel gave her that austere air that suited a teacher, as she understood it.
Professor Maria Assunta De Salvinis, dean of the institute, welcomed her with a friendly smile but at the same time scrutinized her thoroughly, making her feel naked in every sense.
After the presentations and a brief but cordial conversation, the response was this: "Well, Miss Martelli, I would like to entrust you with course C, the most problematic, I want to test your potential immediately. Are you up to it?"
"Certainly, Headmaster."
"All right, you can start right away, but I want daily reports here, in the chair."
"All right, that'll be my concern. I won't miss it."
It only took a few weeks for the precarious sexting girl to integrate perfectly into the new reality.
According to the agreement, she continued the updates, thus having the opportunity to appreciate in the round the direct superior, to whom she attributed a strong personality and equally charisma, especially in relation to her age, which did not reach, even if only slightly, the 'doors', or at least so she had told her.
"Well" she considered "besides being a very charming woman, she showed great specific competence. On the other hand, if she wasn't, she couldn't play that role".
Spring came and with it the desire to open up: to the new climate, to next summer, to light clothes, to confidences, even among simple colleagues.
One morning in mid-May, in fact, during the customary briefing in the presidency, with a confidential tone that she had never used before, Maria Assunta turned to Alessandra, almost disorienting her: "I take advantage of your hour of 'hole' and the fact that we are alone, I would like to ask you something personal, do you allow?
"Certainly, Headmaster, tell me."
"We've known each other for months now and I'd like to keep her here for life, but since I run the risk of losing her soon, I'd like to take away a curiosity: she doesn't really go unnoticed and, as far as I've seen, she arouses a lot of interest among the staff of the school everything and I think also towards almost all the students, especially the boys.
I often follow her with my gaze from that window there," she followed, pointing to one on the street: "But a boyfriend, don't you have one? Coming as she is, I've never seen anyone accompany her or pick her up, how come?"
"Men..." replied the sad-looking sexting lady: "Bad race, better leave them alone..."
It is not well known how Professor De Salvinis interpreted those words, maybe they came to her "amplified", maybe it was just what she wanted to hear, maybe her nature was tired of being -tiringly- repressed for months. The fact is that he approached her with a strange air, between the languid and the brazen.
While one slowly advanced, the other, surprised and embarrassed, retreated... until Alessandra felt the next wall behind her.
In a handful of seconds they reached a few centimeters, always facing each other, without speaking.
Suddenly the headmistress broke the silence: "Drop the mask, naive little professor," she exclaimed, "I'll bet my house that she..."
"What me what?" asked the girl, now cornered.
At that moment she noticed that her superior had deep eyes, a very intense emerald green color and a "cat" cut that strangely she had never noticed before, perhaps because half-hidden by smoked glasses. Now all he could see in front of him was a very beautiful woman, in a state of obvious excitement.
The headmistress changed her eyes, softened, and whispered: "That she... She drives me crazy!" and tried to kiss her, pressing her natural fourth on her breast.
Alessandra moved away, but it was no use because she was stuck. He tried to fight harder, but the other didn't want to let go. Her breathing had become labored and her gaze changed again, becoming almost imploring.
The sexting woman was visibly upset, she was probably getting excited too, dazed by that so involving and passionate advance.
Nevertheless, he tried to resist her further, but there was no way, even a faint one: "Doctor, please let me go" was unsatisfactory. Now won, she was ready to surrender.
As if to ask for a minimum of "pity", she closed her eyes, bending her head slightly to one side, waiting for what she feared... or at that point desired, who knows. So they joined in that kiss on the other, or both perhaps, longed for.
Alessandra immediately felt a good perfume and a velvety, delicious tongue, as delicious was the feeling of that first contact.
Maria Assunta, finally freed herself from her qualms, and from her clothes, revealed a well-groomed physique, perfect proportions and harmonious roundness, far above what could be expected from the chastised and very often retro clothes she wore at school.
Alessandra also frenetically undressed herself, loosening her hair and thus revealing, for the first time, her wonderful and very long blonde hair.
They leaned against the bureau table, which the owner, with a pair of vigorous, satin-brushed arms, freed her from everything on it. Folders, pens, paperclips, trays and even a tablet scattered thunderously on the floor with several bounces but the two of them continued, caring nothing, in a series of hot kisses and mutual sinful caresses on every "sensitive part".
The sexting teacher, as if she had lightningly become aware of her own bisexuality, began to walk with her tongue, with curiosity and lust, that smooth body that was shamelessly offering itself to her with great momentum, physical and emotional. Mass whispering.
He kissed her everywhere, except on the vulva, which was what the other one longed for most and was trying to make her understand in every way. Alessandra understood it very well, but she deliberately procrastinated the moment, with a hint of sadism. A little to 'take revenge' on that surprise, a little to make her really scream with pleasure, but in due time, that is, when she would decide.
When she finally decided to lick and then penetrate the vagina with her tongue, which is a remarkable size for a woman, she got to the point that she had to stop for a moment, for fear that someone would come and ask what was going on.
He nodded to her with one hand and said: "Turn it down, for goodness sake, because here comes some janitor and the whole teaching staff!"
If someone had knocked, alarmed by those moans so loud that they could be mistaken for those of a stabbing pain, they would have to open and interrupt the magic of those wonderful moments, as well as the embarrassment and the more than probable consequences for both of them.
But nothing, De Salvinis seemed out of her mind, she seemed to aim only at sex, she didn't care about anything else but what she was doing, as if she was in the grip of an uncontrollable raptus.
By now the girl was very excited too, she kept on licking frantically, sucking the clitoris with a lot of energy. The headmistress, by now distraught, took her head in her hands which, squeezing for pleasure, turned into fists with ruffled hair in the middle.
It didn't hurt her, that grip gave Alessandra an unstoppable excitement and turned her on even more, seeing all that involvement. In the same instant she started a hand towards her intimacy and started masturbating furiously.
In the meantime, the headmistress had her first orgasm and immediately wanted to reciprocate that wise work of language, so, with a decisive and fast rotation, always on the table, she began to perform it in turn.
She also inserted the entire middle finger of her right hand into the upper part of her vagina, while licking it from underneath. A gesture that very few people, women or men, know how to synchronize perfectly as she did.
That finger went so far inside that it allowed the inner part of the base of the thumb to rub against a clitoris already swollen due to the numerous stresses received.
Alessandra literally contorted herself for pleasure and came in turn, but only several minutes later and preceded by a copious gush of squirts that inflamed even more, if possible, the bodies and minds of the protagonists.
Still not completely satisfied, the two continued for a long time, between sighs and moans, looking into each other's eyes with the special passion and complicity that had come to be created.
Now I'm going to show her," said the girl surprisingly, calling her "her" despite the 'confidence' established: "I'm going to show her what an orgasm we can achieve, and this time together, with the cross-legged 'scissors'.
They positioned themselves as desired and after an exasperating forcing 'pussy against pussy', they reached the apex of enjoyment for the second orgasm. This time together, as anticipated, both trembling as if in the grip of malarial fever, with great thunder and maximum satisfaction.
It was clear that the older one had a particular predilection for that type of sex, given the naturalness with which she moved always touching the right points.
Yeah, but what about the girl? A natural talent, probably.
Immediately after the kiss with which they 'thanked' each other, like in the most 'orthodox' porno films, De Salvinis whispered softly in her partner's ear: "Miss Martelli, you are too beautiful, and I resisted as long as I could. To have initiated her into soft pleasures, can I not consider her to be to blame? Will you forgive me for seducing you? And, above all, can I count on your discretion? PS I love you, I'm crazy about you."
"No way, Headmaster. Except that it was really nice for me too, but I'm not really the type to talk about one's sexual performance. And if you want an encore, tomorrow night at my house."
On that day, during the reverse school-home trip, the anxieties and worries of a few months earlier had completely dissipated.
"I did well," Alessandra said to herself, "to put on the short dress of fluttering voile, these beautiful lilac sandals 12 heel and two drops of Metamorphose de Narcisse. I knew that this ensemble would cause the desired effect, difficult to resist.
The headmistress is certainly a beautiful woman and is still sexting: what happened, or rather, what 'I made happen', will certainly bear fruit. After all, as I had considered in September as soon as I saw her - and it happens to fly - why not combine profit with pleasure?
The game just had to be played calmly and so I did. That whore Gianna left me after five years to follow the first male imbecile she met in Canada, and I'm sick of being precarious, in every sense!"
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